The last love ...
In the symphony of the last love ...
All eyes were for your eyes ...
Like a theater of looks full of attendees ...
On you ...
Instruments waiting for someone ...
To dance with them ...
Anticipating the hands of the musicians ...
To complain to them about their condition ...
From a love melting in you ...
And empty chairs ...
Like a night ...
It was filled with spectra before longing
Everyone attended ...
But the curtain ...
Did not open to Now ...
because the melody ...
is gone ...
hazem al ...
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 3:49 AM UTC
The last love ...
In the symphony of the last love ...
All eyes were for your eyes ...
Like a theater of looks full of attendees ...
On you ...
Instruments waiting for someone ...
To dance with them ...
Anticipating the hands of the musicians ...
To complain to them about their condition ...
From a love melting in you ...
And empty chairs ...
Like a night ...
It was filled with spectra before longing
Everyone attended ...
But the curtain ...
Did not open to Now ...
because the melody ...
is gone ...
hazem al ...
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